The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.
九月就要過去了,秋老虎卻選在月末發威。氣溫高到好似夏日一般,一週前,空氣舒爽、天色青藍,卻好像眾人共有的夢境一樣。
在一個部落客的週六讀書日文章裡,讀到回應的詩。我總覺得 John Updike 應該是個很嚴肅的作家,沒想到不但寫詩,詩作還不少。在九月的結尾,來讀他的「九月」,蠻好的ending......